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Gentle Sir Philip Sidney, thou knew'st what belong'd to a scholler; thou knew'st what pains, what toil, what travail conduct to perfection.
About Me
- Piers
- West Tennessee, United States
- "I am grown at length to see into the vanity of the world more than ever I did, and now I condemn myself for nothing so much as playing the dolt in print . . . . There is nothing that if a man list he may not wrest or pervert. I cannot forbid any to think villainously, Sed caveat emptor, let the interpreter beware; for none ever heard me make allegories of an idle text."
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2008
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September
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- Two Boys
- Come Clean
- Adventures with Students, vol. 10 (or whatever)
- What We Talk About When We Talk About Love
- This is not a Depressing Poem
- Watching the sun rise
- Blood drive humor
- 301
- keep a straight face
- Waiting for my Day
- chime
- Wise
- Eastward
- Provide, Provide
- Doing Work
- Design
- *blam*
- I hope he put the second team in
- I try not to think too much about this. . .
- You're not as clever as you think you are
- This is not the way to begin a Monday Morning.
- Six Months
- Soybean 5K
- In which Piers looks for an escape hatch
- Almost Mobile
- Funny Pictures
- Tell me I don't have to answer this question.
- The Big Three
- Bean Parade!
- Photographic Art From the Little Boy
- crossroads of goood livin'
- Labor omnia vicit improbus
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